Last night, I spent some time wondering how it was going to be the first time I did this in front of her. Was I an exhibitionist? Was she a voyeur? We’re both adults…. is it too far fetched to imagine two adults might participate in a mutual activity that brought them both pleasure? She made it clear we weren’t going to have sex, but, this was awful close, wasn’t it? She obviously wanted this, and I did, too. And while I might have been embarrassed doing it in front of any one else, with Sharron I felt totally comfortable. I didn’t think twice about holding her panties up to my nose and breathing her scent in deeply. I even emphasized my pleasure by doubling the speed of my hand as it massaged my erection.
Glancing at her, I could see that she was totally engrossed in watching me. There was no shock or surprise on her face at all. She was studying me intensely, watching my hand as it massaged my cock and then watching what I was doing with her panties.
Almost as if she didn’t mind me seeing, her right hand slowly snuck under the sheet and came to rest between her legs. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and let her head float back. I was able to see very slight movements in her lap, and I knew with complete certainty that she was, in fact, masturbating with me.
“What is it about the panties that turn you on so much?” She asked.
Without stopping my hand, I answered her immediately. I didn’t have to think about it maybe I should have tried to figure out what she wanted to hear but I saw no need to try to be diplomatic. “They smell like you,” I answered, “I guess it’s the next best thing to having your pussy.”
“Aren’t you afraid there might be, you know, other smells in those panties you might not like that much?” She asked.
“These are fine.” I said. “And please don’t misunderstand me,” I added, “It’s not like I would be interested in just anyone’s panties, Sharron.” I looked at her and added, “Don’t forget, I was in love with you for years. Having something as intimate as your panties with your pussy scent on them is just about the most awe-inspiring thing I could ask for.”
She blushed and then smiled at me, so I continued, saying, “Don’t tell me you’ve never heard stories about guys who hung their girlfriend’s bra or panties over their rearview mirror, or heard about guys wanting to keep their girlfriend’s panties after a date. It’s like a prized trophy, Sharron. Hell, you need a lesson on men!”
“You still have my other ones I gave you?” She asked.
“Absolutely.” I answered. Without any change of expression she said “Good. You can have those too, but,” she added, “they go in the chest with your other things as soon as we’re done here and you can have them all for yourself when the weekend is over.”
I nodded and then I did something that I think surprised her. I wrapped her white silky panties loosely around my cock and began stroking myself. “First, you played with yourself in them,” I said, “now I’m going to do it, too.”
“Oh, gawd!” She moaned. The pace of her hand under the sheet quickened and I saw her move her knees to make more room for her invading fingers.
“You came while you were wearing these panties, didn’t you?” I asked.
She didn’t reply and she didn’t look away from my hand as it flew up and down my cock. She only nodded her head up and down as her answer. “Then it’s only fitting that I do the same,” I said, “and I’m going to unload my balls right at you while I rub myself with your panties.”
“I’d like to see that.” she moaned. Her hands were moving in wider and wider excursions now, causing the sheet to slip down to the point where I could see just a hint of bare skin at her waist. Another few inches and I would be looking at the promise land….
I was getting close, there was no denying that. That familiar feeling of the impending eruption was already starting. The silkiness of her panties against my hard cock was creating ample enjoyment, and add to that the vision of her hand doing herself and the sheet slowly creeping down… I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“I can’t hold off much longer.” I panted.
“Brad, don’t hold it back!” She pleaded. “Just do it. Come on! I’m ready, too.”
Hearing her instructions, the point of no return came right away and I felt the process start deep inside my cock. The first clinch told me I was only a few seconds away. I steadied my footing and bent my knees a little; ready for the initial contraction that I knew would send a rope of warm cum shooting out towards her. My hand was flying faster and faster now, aided by her silky panties sliding frictionless on my rod.
Her hand was moving faster, too, and the sheet was still slipping lower and lower. I could see the top of her hand now, with the bare skin of her belly and waist on either side as her fingers worked her pussy. Each movement of her hand seemed to cause the sheet to slip more and more. If I could only hold off a few more seconds…
At the instant that I knew my climax was starting, I reached out and steadied myself on the headboard of her bed. Sharron’s eyes got wide and she said “Come on, Brad, just let it go. Let it go!”
And with that, my cock convulsed and shot out a small but thick stream of cum, landing on the sheet covering her lap. Then another spurt, this one much stronger and longer, hit her square in the chest just above her right breast.
“Oh my gawd! I’m cumming, too!” She yelled. “Closer, get closer…” She panted.
I leaned in as far as I could and then it was like a faucet opened inside of me and I gushed warm cum all over her shirt, arm, hands and lap. My orgasm was so strong that I almost lost my footing and fell straight over into her.
I was trying to catch my breath as the last few spurts were leaving my cock. Turning my head to judge her reaction, I could see that she was in the middle of her own climax, sitting there with her mouth open, faced flushed deep red and her body frozen almost solid. I couldn’t tell if she was trying to scream out, or trying not to scream out.
I held my rod out as close as I could to her and milked the last few drips of cum into her lap. Then, without thinking, I vigorously shook it hoping the last drops of cum would fly off uncontrollably and scatter all around her. I couldn’t have calculated any worse, because those drips fell squarely on the back of her hand as it sat frozen in her lap, covering her almost visable pussy.
We both looked at each other as we caught our breath. My eyes traveled down to her lap and I waited for her to remove her hand and give me a peek of her womanhood. Her eyes were firmly attached to my now softening cock as I unwrapped her panties from it and let it hang between my legs.
Without a word being said, she used her left hand to modestly pull the sheet up and then removed her right hand from between her legs. Looking at her hand, it was clear that several drops of my cum had made direct hits there, and as she tilted her hand this way and that, I could see numerous wet spots on her arm and her hand.
She smiled and held her hand out for me to see, saying, “Good shooting, Tex, but you got me all messy.”
Thinking quickly, I reached out and gently held her wrist. Then slowly, I knelt down by the side of her bed and pulled her hand to my lips. She didn’t pull back and never said a thing, so when her hand was close enough, I opened my mouth and sucked each finger clean of her pussy juice as I stared up into her disbelieving face. I spent extra time on each finger, ensuring I licked off every possible trace of her femininity, and when I was done, I simply smiled, said “Thank You” and lay her hand down on the sheet.
Savoring her taste, I stood up – proud to show off my spent, but soft cock – and put my hands on my hips as if to say “Mission Accomplished”. She smiled as she reached out to give my winkie a gentle squeeze and then looked down at the numerous pools of cum all over her shirt and sheets.
“As part of your chores today,” she said, “you’ll be doing laundry, so don’t worry about all this mess right now.”
Before I could say anything, she pointed her finger at me and said, “Now, though…. I think I would like some breakfast. So while I take my shower, I want you to go and make me the best breakfast you’ve ever made. Then, you’re going to start on the laundry, help me clean the kitchen and the bathroom and then we’ll dust everywhere.”
She must have seen my jaw drop. I didn’t expect to spend the weekend being her maid.
“And the best part is, you’re going to stay naked while we do it. All that bending and reaching….. I’m going to love seeing you like that!” She added. “And if you’re really good, I’ll let you do yourself for me each time we finish something.”
“Now,” she instructed, “you run along and close the door behind you so I can get up and get in the shower.” As I started to leave, she said, “And Brad, remember to keep your hands off Mr. Winkie. Until the weekend is over, he’s mine, not yours.”
I smiled and thought to myself “This is one weekend that was going to be truly memorable.”
Turning to leave, I walked out into the hall and started to pull Sharron’s door closed behind me. As I did, I peeked inside for one last hope of seeing her charms as she climbed out from under the sheets, but, what I saw surprised me even more.
There sitting on the bed, Sharron was raising her hand to her mouth and was just about to taste the drops of cum that I deposited there. “Yes,” I thought, “this was going to be a very memorable weekend.”